Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.